Cora leans over her body and clasps the back of my neck, pulling me into an erotic kiss and shoving her tongue down my throat before she licks the blood off my face.
Finishing the job, I sever her leg from her torso. Abby is officially dead.
“First problem solved, time to do the other one!” I shout out.
“At least this time it’ll be soundless.” Cora giggles like a lunatic.
Moving to the other side, I repeat the same process.
Blood flows freely down the chair and onto the floor, coating it, which is to be expected after severing the femoral artery.
Lying down the chainsaw against the wall, my breathing becomes rapid as a surge of energy races through me.
Cora fixes her eyes on mine, and I catch her mind rotating with debauched intentions.
She undresses leisurely, drenched in blood. She crosses over and lowers herself into the middle of the puddle of blood with her legs in front of her, her palms slinking to the floor, and as they reach it, she extends her fingers. Picking up her palms, she smears herself with the blood, adjusting her position and moving her legs apart, granting me full access to her wet pussy.
Raising one of her fingers, she wraps her plump lips around it, her eyes rolling in the back of her head as she sucks it clean all the way to the knuckle and back.
She’s just asking for depravity to happen.
Freeing my cock, she drags more blood over her lips.
My cock hardens even more at the sight of her; she looks like she came straight from hell.
Taking off my clothes, I walk over to where one of Abby’s legs is held in the chair and unbuckle the straps. Picking it up and assessing the cart stocked full of supplies, I select a small, sharp hunting knife. Then I walk back and stand in front of Cora, handing her the leg as blood drips out of it.
She takes it.
“Use her toes and play with yourself,” I tell her darkly.
Smiling malevolently with blood streaking her teeth, she spreads her legs open and, gripping the calf of the leg, strokes the toes over her pussy side to side. She moans in response.
“Rollover,” I growl at her, gesturing for her to hand me the leg.
Hearing the demand, she reacts instantly, as if by reflex.
Knowing exactly the position I prefer her in, she gets on all fours, lowering her head to the ground and lifting her ass in the air, both of her holes laid bare for me.
I drag the toes and top of the foot through the blood. Then, I take the foot in my hand, snap the big toe, and reach for the hunting knife. I proceed to cleanly slice the toe from the foot and drop the knife next to me.
Next, I dunk my hand in the blood and bring my finger to her pussy, swirling around her holes, making sure they are both fully coated.
I gradually sink the toe into her ass, moving it around as wet sounds fill the room. She moans with need, rocking herself into the toe, trying to fuck it, like the filthy whore she is.
As I continue to drive it in and out, I know she’s not going to last long.
Using my other hand, I move my thumb to her clit, pressing hard on it, and she fidgets in response to the contact.
Barely pulling herself up, she takes one of her hands and slams the toe further in her ass, pleasure coursing through her at the sensation.
My girl loves butt plugs.
“I know what you need,” I murmur to her.
“Fuck me hard, Jared. I want you to make it hurt.”
“Be careful what you wish for,” I reply huskily.
